There is a tree, offering shade
In this calm, cool grove.
A babbling brook runs near,
And the twitter of birds fills the air.
Butterflies glide from flower to flower,
And the earthworms dig their earth.
The scent of life fills the air,
As does the knowledge of death.
Under this tree I sit,
And I close my eyes and breathe,
Quieting my restless mind,
Opening my senses to what is.
I am in the moment,
Present, mindful and aware,
With understanding and love,
In my modest palace.